Feb 7th; Similarities (Sanada/Atobe); word count unknown.
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"You and Rikkaidai's Sanada are alike," Oshitari comments, because Atobe is watching the Rikkaidai team as they are leaving the camp grounds and a couple of weeks of memories good, bad, and interesting.
"What nonsense. Ore-sama is nothing like that arrogant jerk from Rikkai," Atobe tells him, turning to glare at Oshitari.
"People call you an arrogant jerk, as well."
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"I have to play doubles with Hyoutei's Atobe," Sanada snaps, pacing the length of Yukimura's room and glares at his captain when his only response is to laugh. "It's not funny, Yukimura."
"It's hilarious." Yukimura grins, not bothering to hide his laughter. "You and Atobe are enough alike to make this match a good one."
"Atobe and I are nothing alike." Sanada stiffens at that, and continues to glare. "He's a pompous idiot."
"I think that's one of Niou's lesser used descriptions for you. He normally prefers 'anal-retentive jackass'."
"Niou needs more things to do with his time." Sanada scowls. "I'm assigning him laps tomorrow."
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"I wasn't aware you had a fondness for Latin music," Atobe says, as he leans against his limo and watches Sanada walk from the building. "I would have assumed you enjoyed classical Japanese music."
"I enjoy all forms of music," Sanada tells him, which is true. "Latin is my favorite, however."
It makes Atobe frown, because it reminds him only too well what Oshitari said, about him and Sanada being alike - he's much like Sanada in the area of music. It's disconcerting.
"Good night, Sanada," are Atobe's parting words, as he slides into the limo after that short conversation. It's better than facing Sanada.
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"He's confusing beyond words," Sanada bursts out to Yukimura, who hardly blinks.
"Who is?"
"That stupid peacock." Sanada walks away then, made angry by his emotions and by Atobe himself, and leaves Yukimura staring at his back. If Yukimura were not Yukimura, he would not know who Sanada was referring to.
"See, alike," Yukimura murmurs.
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"He has horrible taste in clothing."
"And you don't, Atobe?" Oshitari asks, his voice an amused drawl.
"No, I don't. Ore-sama has perfect taste."
"Right," Oshitari says, and laughs, and Atobe is left glaring at his friend and teammate.
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"Stay out of my way, and we'll win." It's Atobe who speaks first, and Sanada who echoes them a second later, and both end up scowling - Atobe's a moue of distaste and Sanada's the glare he uses on his unruly teammates, and both rush to speak again.
"I'm nothing like you." This time there's not even a second between their words, making it an echo: They speak together, and it's enough to make them both turn away.
